Oh no! I want back inside – it's too cold.
Who are you? You look so old.
Where's my mum? Who's smacking my bum?"
Please bring me no harm and please keep me warm.
What's this? It tastes yummy. Who's this? It must be mummy.

There she goes, counting my toes.
And mum, don't be a pest, as I think I need a rest.
You think it's amusing – to me it's confusing.
Someone picking me up then putting me down,
some people smiling – it's no wonder I've a frown.
Look, there's someone pulling a face. My, this is a funny place.

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